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This isn’t enough… Felix thinks to himself. He’s at the training grounds in the monastery at a late hour, preparing himself for the next battle. The Professor had planned to go to the Empire, per Dimitri’s doltish, forceful request, so he was training extra hard for the upcoming battles against Edelgard and her army. But, he felt as if he was achieving nothing. All the training he’s done? For naught. Regardless of this, he pressed on, setting extreme limits for himself.
Felix swings again at his training dummy with his sword, yelling out as he does so. He followed up with several blows all over his target, grunting with each strike. He pulled back immediately afterward, panting as he wiped the sweat off his face with the sleeve of his shirt. His cheeks were flushed, and his hair was mussed.
Felix decided to take a short break, walking to the corner where he left all his possessions. He lifted his canteen to his lips and poured the water down into his mouth. As he was doing this, his friend, Sylvain, sauntered in.
“Hey, Felix. Training again?” Sylvain asked, standing next to him with his hands on his hips.
He scoffed, and replied, “What do you think? What else would I be doing?” He struts back to where he was previously, and picks up his wooden sword, trying to convey the message that he didn’t want to speak with anyone at the moment.
“I- I know that you’re training hard, Felix, but have you considered a break?” Sylvain asked, following the other boy who was adjusting his training dummy.
“Just took one,” He replied, turning around to stare at his friend with an annoyed expression.
“No- I meant like a real break. Like stepping away from your sword for a couple of hours,” Sylvain explained.
“Why would I do that? It’s not like the Empire is going to be taking several hours off merely for resting,” Felix replied, crossing his arms.
“Felix, I can tell that you need a break. You’ve been here all day! Your body must ache,” Sylvain reasoned. He held the other by the shoulder, and mumbled, “C’mon, you haven’t eaten or done anything else but exercise. Let’s go.”
Felix almost immediately slapped Sylvain’s hand away, yelling, “No! Do you know how powerful the Empire is?! If I can’t grow stronger, we will struggle against them in battle!”
“Jeez, Felix,” Sylvain let out with a relaxed face. He was pretty used to Felix’s random outbursts. “You’re already strong enough, there’s no need to exhaust yourself like this. This isn’t healthy.”
The shorter of the two glared at the redhead, a signal to leave him alone. “I know it isn’t healthy Sylvain, I’m not fucking stupid,” Felix said. “Now, leave me be.”
Sylvain sighed, and fought, “Don’t get all worked up over someone simply caring about you. I don’t want anything to happen to you, Felix. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”
Felix looked at his training dummy, bruised and tattered, to avoid the gaze of his friend. There was a recognizable tint of red on his cheeks that he wanted to conceal from the human eye.
“Remember our promise, Felix?” Sylvain asked.
It was clear to Felix that Sylvain brought that up as a cruel way to sway him to his side. Regardless, he let out a sound of annoyance, and his sword slid out of his hand. “Fine,” He mumbled dryly.
“Alright! Let’s go!” Sylvain enunciated happily. He grabbed Felix’s hand, and dragged him out of the training grounds.
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“What are we even going to do?” Felix asked in an annoyed tone.
“Uhhh… sleep, of course,” Sylvain replied. “You’ve been going to bed so late for the past few days, and it’s bothering me.”
“That technically wouldn’t be a break,” The shorter one stated in protest.
“I don’t care, let’s go. You need this,” The redhead insisted.
The two made their way to Sylvain’s room, which honestly still looked the same as it was five years ago. Felix worked to remove his boots, leaving him in his socks.
“I can help you if you need it Felix,” Sylvain suggested, stepping towards his friend.
“I’m not a damn toddler, Sylvain,” Felix shot at him in a sharp tone. His voice had an evident aggravation in it, like he wanted to literally murder the other. “I don’t need your aid for every single little thing.” He added as the other searched through his drawers for an extra blanket, before tossing it on to the bed.
“Okay then,” The taller one mumbled.
Felix hesitantly removed his shirt and walked toward the bed. He paused, staring down at it, and mentioned, “This bed seems to only fit one person, Sylvain.”
“Eh, we’ll manage,” He heard from the other side of the room.
Felix felt his face grow warm as he hopped onto the bed, pulling the blanket over his legs. He slouched, and his attention went to Sylvain. He was brushing his hair, whilst humming some song that he had never heard before. Felix watched his every move, his large hand gliding through his wavy hair, the way he focused on every corner of his head, making sure to beautifully comb out every single spot.
After he finished, he lightly dropped his brush on his table, cocking his head to the side to move his hair out of his face. He then moved to unbutton his shirt and once finished, took it off in a swift movement.
Felix felt his heart racing, faster with each passing moment. All he could hear in his ears was his heart thrumming… ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum… in a rhythmic pattern. Every thought fled from his mind, the only thing that stayed being Sylvain himself. He’s seen him like this before, but that was such a long while ago. And it’s been so long since he’s seen the redhead like this. To see him like this once more was such a beautiful blessing that he cherished from the bottom of his heart. He wished he could just get up and… god, he doesn’t even know. Touch Sylvain, perhaps?
Kiss him, even, if he’s willing to go that far?
Sylvain turned his head slightly to the side; he had felt his friend’s gaze piercing him. “Jeez, Felix. You’re staring at me like I’m a fucking criminal.”
He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. “What is it? Did I do something wrong?” He anxiously asked. He stared down at Felix, waiting for an answer. When he didn’t reply, he said, “It seems like I’ve done something to agitate you. Was it because I dragged you away from your beloved training grounds?” whilst running his hand through his hair.
Felix abruptly shook his head, and said, “Nope. Nothing’s wrong.”
“Then why were you looking at me like that? I felt insanely judged, man,” Sylvain joked as he crawled under the blanket. He rested his head on the pillow, looking up at the other flustered boy with a smirk.
“My eyes just happened to be looking your way,” Felix lied as his head hit the pillow. His head turned to the side, and he was met with a smile on Sylvain’s face.
“My eyes just happened to be looking your way,” Sylvain mockingly repeated. “Nice excuse, Felix. Y’know that I’ve known you since you were practically a baby, so your lies don’t work on me,” Sylvain exposed. “But it’s whatever, I guess. You don’t have to tell me.”
Felix’s eyes flicked up a bit to stare at the other, before looking back down again. Sylvain let out an audible sound of amusement at this small detail, and asked, “Really Felix, is anything bothering you?” He provided the smaller one with a grin of reassurance.
That expression of his. It sparked something in Felix. It nonverbally spoke the words, “You can tell me anything,” or “I’m willing to help you with your troubles.” Felix’s face softened by a great amount, and he searched his mind for the words to say that would describe his feelings.
What am I thinking…?! Felix thought to himself. Feelings equal weakness, the message that he always told himself. Sure, if anyone else was expressing their emotions, he wouldn’t have a problem with it at all. However, if it were him, it would irk him a lot. He was supposed to be the fearless warrior, the one not swayed by any emotion, no vulnerability.
“Um,” He muttered out, avoiding eye contact with his friend. “I just– I feel… stressed. Like the weight of the world is resting upon my shoulders. I hate it.” In the process of saying those words, he turned to face the ceiling.
Felix suddenly regretted speaking those words, but there was no going back now.
“Oh,” Sylvain breathed. “Why do you feel that way? Is there anything I can do to help?” He rested his hand on Felix’s head, lightly combing through his hair with his fingers, resulting in the shorter one tensing up from the unexpected physical contact.
“Uhh… it’s just that I’m not exactly aware of the martial prowess of the Empress. So I’m trying to do all I can to prepare myself to fight her. You’ve seen how much I’ve been training, Sylvain. But… I don’t feel like I am achieving anything at all,” Felix admitted, eyes looking away from the redhead. Part of him was screaming that it was a mistake to tell Sylvain anything, yelling and begging for him to stop speaking entirely. But, god, he’d already gone and dumped half of his feelings onto his friend, so what use would it be to suddenly stop? Sylvain knows him too well, he would be able to tell that it’s not all he’s worried about if he refused to continue. He took a deep breath, and mumbled, “I– I also feel scared. Because… ah, fuck, I don’t even know. Maybe because any of us could end up dead, one day. I don’t like the thought of that, especially the thought of you dying, Sylvain.”
Opening up to Sylvain was a thing of the past; something that Felix used to do so much as a child. But as he grew, and as he suppressed his emotions, he had ceased to do so. The last time he had poured his heart out to Sylvain was probably sometime before Glenn’s sudden demise. Felix felt the knife of grief stab him when he thought of his brother, his eyes squinting as he felt the sadness he knew rush through his veins. He remembers Glenn’s face, his attitude, everything. God, it’s been nine years, and he still hasn’t forgotten about his brother’s attributes.
His joyless thoughts were interrupted by Sylvain’s gentle voice.
“Wow, Felix. I’m a bit surprised that you feel this way.” Sylvain commented.
“I feel you, though. I- No, everyone feels a type of stress when they know they are going to face something that they are afraid of. We all feel the pre-battle adrenaline, we all feel the anxiety, everything. It’s okay to feel that way. Oh, and death is inevitable, Felix. It happens to everyone. What matters most is how much time you spend supporting the other, and making positive memories with them.”
He paused.
“Ah, and I’m not saying that you aren’t supposed to feel something when someone close to you dies. You’re allowed to express your feelings, no matter how extreme they are. Don’t ever think of suppressing your emotions when something tragic like that happens. And there’s no way I’m dying any time soon. Our promise, Felix.”
Felix, touched by Sylvain’s words, smiled halfway and felt a rapid flow of warmth grow in his chest. It felt so good to open up to someone after burying his emotions for what seemed like almost a decade. He found himself inching towards Sylvain, and pressing his head against his chest. All the worry that would be crying and screaming at him right now was quelled by the comfort he found in touching Sylvain like this. He was reveling in the excitement he was experiencing, and he was glad that his face was hidden from the other, because it would be so embarrassing if he saw the huge grin on his face. At last, he managed to mutter out a thank you, and he slipped a hand on Sylvain's shoulder.
“Felix, you’re getting awfully touchy, aren’t you?” Sylvain noted, voice low, with a reddish hue coating his cheeks. There was a hint of wildness to his voice, coinciding with a sliver of fear. “You… You haven’t acted like this since we were kids.”
Felix’s eyes darted up to stare at the redhead, and he said, “It’s really been so long, huh?” He lifted his head to show Sylvain the smile that had formed on his face. It’s quite rare that he smiles as a result of someone else, but god, when someone manages to make him grin like this, it feels amazing.
Or, maybe, he was wrong. There was a chance that he possibly only felt these absurd, extreme amounts of ecstasy because it was from Sylvain.
“You’re right,” Sylvain mumbled. One hand moved to lightly pet Felix’s cheek, smiling as he did so. “I forgot how nice it is to feel your touch.”
Felix felt embarrassment rush to his head, his face growing insanely warm, as he pressed his face into the redhead’s shoulder. Why… no– how can Sylvain manage to make him feel such intense emotion? Of course, Felix is only feeling an exaggeration of emotion, because he’s in love with Sylvain. The feelings… they felt wonderful. Delightful. But, along the lines of his euphoria, he found extreme terror. If, somehow, Sylvain managed to discover Felix’s true feelings, would he reciprocate them? Would he express how he felt emotions equivalent to him? Or would he turn him down?
“Do you want to go to sleep now, Felix?” Sylvain muttered into his ear.
Felix nodded, and Sylvain wrapped his arms around him. He held onto him, comforting him as he tried to help him fall asleep. Felix pondered about how much he’s missed this, how much he’s missed his friend’s gentle touch. He found tranquility in this small gesture, enveloped in bliss that almost felt perpetual (though he wishes all his warm, fuzzy feelings could be everlasting). As he thinks about his love for Sylvain, he gets engrossed in a spiral of deep affection.
His pulse quickens when he sees Sylvain, as a rising heat grows inside his chest. He takes everything he says to heart, even though it may not seem so. Sometimes, he even feels self-conscious around his friend, which is something he does not usually experience on a daily basis. He’s analyzed the man he loves, his personality, and his physical features. His carefree attitude that Felix used to hate, his genuine care that is expressed in many different ways, god, Felix can go on forever and ever. His bright, fiery, wavy, luscious hair, in contrast to his dark, coffee-colored eyes. His clear, soft, and supple skin with little to no signs of scarring. His smooth, pink lips that Felix desperately wanted to plant a stimulating kiss on. His little freckles, strewn around the bridge of his nose; Felix wanted to kiss each one. Sylvain’s jawline. His build. Waist. Hips. He was the textbook definition of perfection.
Felix didn’t notice how much time passed, as he had lost himself in thoughts yearning for his friend, and he realizes that Sylvain had fallen asleep quite a while ago. He looks up at the redhead, being met with a serene expression on his face. He felt warmth, blossoming inside him like a flower. Felix found himself scooching closer to Sylvain, and slipping an arm around his waist. He let out a hum of satisfaction, and let the room be covered with his eyelids, as he attempted to fall into a deep, relaxing sleep with the man he loves.
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Tick, tick, tick, tick…
The clock in the room was the only thing to be heard, besides Sylvain’s light snoring. A large amount of time that could’ve been used for sleep was wasted. Felix tossed and turned, feeling exhausted, but sleep evaded him. Eventually, all his squirming and sounds of annoyance awoke Sylvain.
“Mmm… Felix?” Sylvain mumbled, eyelids droopy. He rubbed one of his eyes with the palm of his left hand, simultaneously letting out a yawn. “Why are you still awake?” He asked.
“I can’t sleep,” The smaller one grumbled. Some of his hair was slipping out of his ponytail, and he looked like he was on the verge of lashing out at Sylvain at any given moment.
“Oh,” Sylvain breathed out. He pondered for a few moments, and said, “We could play a game or something until you fall asleep. Maybe truth or dare?”
“Are you serious?” Felix asked, chuckling a bit as he finished his question. “That’s such a childish game.”
Sylvain grinned, and stated, “Oh, c’mon. It’ll be just like when we were kids. When you couldn’t think of anything, and I was the one coming up with all of the ideas.”
Felix blushed lightly, feeling a rising heat in his chest. He fought Sylvain a bit, but eventually gave in. “Fine,” He murmured.
“Alright!” Sylvain enunciated as he propped himself up on one arm. “So, truth or dare?”
“Ugh… dare,” Felix mumbled, resting his head on one of his hands.
“Hmm…” Sylvain hummed, tapping his cheek with his index finger as his eyes looked up. “Ah! I dare you to be kind to Dimitri for once.”
“That’s so fucking lame, Sylvain,” Felix muttered. “Whatever, fine,” He said with a sigh. “Truth or dare.”
“Oh? Dare,” The redhead said.
“If I’m gonna have to be super kind and supportive of Dimitri, you need to be there and accompany me or else I’ll lose my mind,” Felix dared, a smug grin taking over his frown.
“And you’re calling me lame? You’re literally piggybacking off of my dare,” Sylvain joked. “Whatever, I can work with that. Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Felix responded.
“Hmmm… has anyone here caught your eye?” Sylvain asked, smirking.
Felix’s eyes widened. Fuck. “What do you mean by that?” He asked, avoiding eye contact with the other. He knew what he meant. And he knew how the coming events would unfold. Acting stupid about the matter was the only thing he felt like he was able to do in this situation.
“Like- do you have a little crush on anyone here at the Monastery?” Sylvain explained. “I doubt you do, but I just wanna make sure. Oh, and I wanna know who it is.”
Felix felt a spark of panic light up in him. If Sylvain knew… if he knew how much he loved him, he’d probably obliterate their friendship. Like, actually ruin it all. He didn’t want that, at all. But then again, Felix wanted Sylvain so badly, that it hurt. As much as he tried to ignore or quell his desires, they always managed to wriggle out of his grasp and painfully remind him that he loved Sylvain, but he would never have a chance to be with him. It made his heart ache.
Felix managed to break out of his stupefied trance, and he stuttered the words, “Uhh… n-nobody has caught my attention.”
“Aw c’mon,” Sylvain said, head tilting to the side. “I can tell when you’re lying, Felix. You know that already, so why bother trying?”
“Fine!” Felix yelled out, to Sylvain’s surprise. “There’s… there’s somebody that I feel that way for.”
“Oh. Well, that’s surprising,” Sylvain commented. “But not really at the same time... anyway, who’s the girl? I’m sure I can be a great wingman.”
Oh god. This cannot be happening right now. Felix literally wanted to die, at this very moment. He can’t know, he shouldn’t. Part of Felix was telling him to just be honest and tell Sylvain, but the other part of him was begging him to keep his mouth shut. Fuck, he should’ve just denied Sylvain’s request to “take a break with him.” None of this would have happened if he did. Felix could feel his throat tightening up, a signal that tears were approaching. He could just imagine how utterly embarrassing it would be to cry in front of Sylvain, after so long.
“Felix? Hellooooo???” Sylvain spoke, grinning as he poked the smaller one.
Felix’s eyes darted to Sylvain’s warm ones, letting out an audible sound of shock. At last, he finally muttered, “Oh… um, it’s a boy,” almost choking on his words at the end.
“Ohh… who? Is it Dimitri?” Sylvain teasingly asked.
“Ew, fuck no,” Felix hastily replied in disgust. “Don’t you dare guess Dedue, either, that’s even worse.” He added.
“It’s so entertaining to hear how much you absolutely abhor Dimtiri and Dedue, Felix,” Sylvain mentioned. “Anyway, that leaves Ashe. Is he the one?”
Felix took in a heavy breath, and he mumbled, “…No.” He felt like he was going to shrivel up and die out of fear at any moment. He could feel a lump in his throat, along with a feeling of eternal doom.
“Oh?” Sylvain breathed out, his head cocking to the side. It took him a few moments, but he finally put the pieces together and figured it out. His eyes widened in surprise, his mouth opening slightly. “Oh… wait, so-”
“Shut up,” Felix cut him off. “Just, shut up.” He repeated, voice quivering. He found himself sitting up, warm tears brewing in his eyes. A voice inside his head was screaming at him to leave, to run away, just how he always ran away from his feelings. And he did just that. He got up, and headed straight for the door, rubbing his eyes with his hand. Before he could even touch the door handle, Sylvain’s hand grabbed his wrist, and pulled him back.
“Don’t fucking touch me, Sylvain!” He yelled, tears trickling down his cheeks as he frantically pulled himself out of the other’s grasp. He backed up a bit, resting the hand that Sylvain held in his other hand. He stared down at the wooden floor, as he felt the cold wall behind him hit his back.
The truth was out.
All he wanted to do was disappear.
“Felix,” Sylvain softly mumbled, walking towards him. The boy looked like a scared, cornered kitten to him. He hadn’t seen him in this state for so long.
With the redhead standing right in front of him, Felix felt even more entrapped. He could feel his chest tightening more and more just by having Sylvain inches away from him. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, holding in his breath and preventing any sobs from escaping his mouth. He could feel himself growing lightheaded, a faint ringing in his ears. He felt completely dejected, vulnerable to the hands of despair.
God fucking dammit. He screwed up so badly by falling in love with his best friend. If only he could undo this mistake, then he wouldn’t have completely destroyed the bond between them. He could’ve salvaged their friendship if he just found someone else. Annette or Ingrid, perhaps. But no, he went and fell for fucking Sylvain Jose Gautier.
Sylvain’s hands gently touched Felix’s shoulders. All the ecstasy that Felix would be feeling right now was gone. The only thing left was complete hopelessness.
His hand slid up to cradle Felix’s cheek, wiping his tears with his thumb. He lifted the boy’s face, meeting his troubled gaze. Sylvain cursed under his breath, and in a sweet tone, he said, “Come here, Felix,” with his arms open for a hug.
Felix promptly complied, falling into Sylvain’s arms as he let himself go. He sobbed into the other’s shoulder, clutching him as if he would die if he let go. Trembling, he mumbled an apology through his tears. Sylvain’s hand slipped into Felix’s hair, whereas his other hand wrapped around his body. The only thing on his mind right now was Felix.
Felix hadn’t cried in a while. Like, a really long time. He had forgotten how draining it is, how much it hurt him. It reminded him that no matter how strong he could appear, he was just weak in the end.
Some time passes, and Sylvain pulls away from Felix. “We should sit down,” He says.
Felix nods, and follows him to his bed. He reluctantly took a seat next to his friend, letting out a heavy breath as he did so. Sylvain’s hand slips around Felix’s waist, pulling him close. Almost instantaneously, Felix rests his head on his shoulder, sniffing a bit as his crying came to an end. He could feel the other’s hand leave his waist, trailing up his body and settling in his disheveled hair. The two boys remained quiet, processing the situation. Finally, after a silence that almost seemed incessant, Sylvain spoke up, asking, “When did you start feeling that way?”
“I can’t seem to recall when,” Felix hesitantly mumbled, fidgeting with his hands. “But it was definitely sometime when we were enrolled in Garreg Mach.”
Sylvain turned to face Felix. He looked completely dumbfounded, having a warm, recognizable hue over his cheeks. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He was too stunned to speak. At last, he managed to mutter out the words, “I… wow.”
“I can’t even begin to fathom how much suffering you’ve endured for such a long time,” Sylvain noted. “You should have told me earlier.”
“That’s easier said than done,” Felix said. “I don’t think you understand how terrifying it is to tell someone something like this.”
“No… I do understand, Felix. If you had just told me, you wouldn’t have gone through all of this shit,” Sylvain replied. “I would’ve been able to help you.”
“What could you have possibly done to help me if I told you?” Felix snapped.
“Dude, do you not understand what I’m saying?” Sylvain asked.
“No, what are you trying to say?” Felix questioned.
Sylvain took in a deep breath, and confessed, “That I’m in love with you, too.”
Everything stops.
Felix stares at Sylvain, probably looking like a complete idiot because of how stupefied he was. He couldn’t even process what he said. He replays the words in his head, over and over again, before he finally understands the message.
Sylvain loves him.
Every single recent occurrence with his friend repeated in his mind, and Felix managed to notice every single gesture of affection that Sylvain had given to him. He smiled, and then his smile turned into a sweet, heartfelt giggle. All of the sadness within him has been drained out. Felix scooted closer to Sylvain, resting his hand on the boy’s thigh. His other hand moved to hold the redhead’s cheek. “Kiss me, Sylvain,” Felix says, in a soft voice. His heart was racing, beating in his ears. His body was hot, breath heavy. “Please, kiss me. I’ve been wanting you for so long— and… I need you to satiate my heart.”
“You sound like a hopeless romantic, Felix,” Sylvain commented, with a small chuckle. “I wish I had seen this side of you long before now,”
Felix grinned a bit, and his hands rested on the sides of the other’s face. He whimpered out another beg for a kiss, and finally, Sylvain granted him a slow, tender one. Their lips moved together in unison, Sylvain guiding Felix for the first half of the kiss. Sylvain’s thumb lightly massaged his jaw, a motion that Felix loved. Felix’s hands were suspended in the air, motionless, unable to determine a place to rest. Eventually, he settled for having one hand entangled in Sylvain's hair, and the other on his shoulder. Every single doubtful thought in Felix’s mind was melted by Sylvain’s warm love. If this sensation could last forever, he couldn’t be any happier.
Felix didn’t realize how much time had passed, until he felt a need for air. He gently pushed Sylvain away, panting. The two took the time to relax for a little bit. Felix slipped onto Sylvain’s lap, and stared at him a bit, before wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in his shoulder. “I love you so much,” He said, voice muffled and unclear.
Sylvain chuckled, and replied, “The feeling’s mutual, Felix.” He brushed through the other’s hair with his fingers, twirling his ponytail a bit. Teasingly, he pressed a kiss on Felix’s neck, smirking as he did so.
“Sylvain,” Felix whispered, pulling away and meeting his playful stare. He huffed, recognizing that face of his. “You’re insatiable,” He mumbled. Once he sees Sylvain’s smile droop a bit, he says, “Fine, you can kiss me again,” with a slight grin forming on his face.
Sylvain smiles with joy, and plants a hot kiss on Felix’s lips. This time, it was much more needy, as if the redhead desperately lusted for more. Sylvain was touching all over Felix’s body, smaller than his own. He decided it would be best to lodge one of his hands on the other’s waist, and the other on his inner thigh. Felix lightly bit on Sylvain, causing a sound of shock to emerge from him. He parted his lips from Felix’s, and asked, “Are you sure you want to go this far? I mean, I’m fine with it. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”
Felix nodded, and said, “Yeah, I’m okay with it.”
Sylvain offers him a questioning look, as a last resort to make him realize what he’s agreeing to. Felix notices this, and grows impatient. “Get on with it, Sylvain,” he demanded.
The redhead immediately gives in, picking Felix up by the waist and resting him on his back on the bed. He hovers over him, only a few inches away from his face. Felix lets out an audible “ugh,” and pulls Sylvain’s lips onto his own. From there on out, he lets the redhead initiate most of the next actions in the kiss. Sylvain licks Felix’s bottom lip, and Felix instantaneously allows him inside. The feeling of his tongue inside his mouth was like no other sensation he had experienced before. A small, quiet sound of pleasure crept up Felix’s throat, sparking embarrassment inside him. However, this little noise pleased Sylvain greatly. His hand moved to grab on Felix’s hair, pulling lightly on his strands. He parted his lips from Felix’s, and then planted his lips onto the other’s neck. Pressing gentle kisses against his skin, Sylvain’s hand grazed over Felix’s nipple. The smaller one’s grip on his shoulders tightened, and he wrapped his legs around the redhead’s strong hips. Sylvain bit on his skin, causing Felix to let out a noise of thrill. He pulled away after a couple more minutes, and he said, “I think I figured out a way to help you fall asleep.” He smirked, and pressed his fingers between Felix’s thighs.
His gasp melted into a sweet whine, blushing madly as he mumbled out the other’s name. “Are you really going to fuck me just so I get tired afterwards and fall asleep?” he snarked.
“I, no– not exactly that,” Sylvain stuttered. “I’ve been wanting to do this to you for so long. I’ve dreamed of this, so many times.”
Felix stared up at the redhead, with a look that appeared to be slightly judgemental. But then, his face laxed, and he admitted, “Well… I’m not gonna say that I haven’t, either.”
“I’m truly honored to have been dreamed of, in such a lascivious way,” Sylvain said dramatically.
“Shut the fuck up, Sylvain,” Felix mumbled, chuckling a bit. He moves his hand to lightly slap the side of the other’s face.
“What? Do you want me to slap you like that?” Sylvain teased, rubbing the smaller boy’s inner thigh with his large hand.
“Huh?!” Felix’s eyes widened, a vibrant explosion of red erupting on his cheeks. “I mean… m-maybe,” He stuttered, avoiding eye contact with the other.
“You’re such a slut,” Sylvain quietly whispered into his ear, licking his helix.
“Fuck off,” Felix snapped, warmth rushing to his cheeks. He remained silent for a few moments, before boldly saying, “…I can be your slut.” He felt a smirk cracking at the corners of his lips, but he managed to force his expression to remain blank.
Sylvain’s eyes enlarged in surprise. He still wasn’t used to this… “flirty” side of Felix. He wasn’t even aware that he would voluntarily act this way. He felt his face grow hot as he imagined the potential remarks that Felix would make.
“What? Have I struck a nerve?” Felix asked, his eyebrows raising slightly as a smirk came across his face. He pressed his palm against the other’s chest.
“Perhaps,” Sylvain replied. “I like this personality of yours. Use it more often.”
“You’re going to have to earn it,” Felix said. “Please me more and you’ll acquire it.” He pressed his lips against the redhead’s neck, softly brushing his lips against his sensitive skin. He felt that this was a good way of conveying the message that his heart was burning with lust.
Sylvain hummed in pleasure, his eyes fluttering shut as he clutched Felix’s hair. His breath grew heavy, heartbeat increasing as feelings of euphoria rose in his chest. A light groan escaped his lips, which caused him to start biting his inner cheek as a restraint to keep any more sounds from coming out of him. His eyes squeezed tighter and tighter with each slow skim against his neck. He found himself reaching down to the waistband of Felix’s pants, and tugging at them in an attempt to pull them off.
“Sylvain,” Felix mumbled, his lips parting from his slightly bruised skin. “Do you really want to progress this fast?” He asked, eyeing the redhead.
“You don’t want to?” Sylvain inquired. He offered a questioning look, tilting his head to the side slightly.
“I do want to. I’m just asking,” Felix replied. He rested his hand in the other’s hair, massaging through his wavy locks. He took in a breath, and instructed, “If you’re so adamant about taking off my pants, take yours off first.”
Felix sat up, watching with pride as Sylvain awkwardly stood up, complying with his direction. He observed him as he embarrassingly fumbled with the drawstrings, before finally managing to remove his pants. Sylvain, cheeks florid with a shade that seemed to match his hair, stared down at the other, waiting for his next instruction. Felix scoffed, crossing his legs and resting his chin in his hand.
“That’s all?” He asked, visible disappointment in his voice and expression. “Here I thought that you were going to actually remove everything.”
Sylvain’s eyes widened slightly, and he mumbled, “My bad.” Just as his hands reached to clutch the waistband of his underwear, he stated, “Mmmm… I won’t take this off until you take your own clothes off.”
“Then we won’t be getting anywhere. I refuse to fully undress first,” Felix argued. “Seeing as you are the one who has much more experience in this field, you should definitely be the one guiding me through everything. So take your underwear off right now,” he demanded.
“It sounds like you are just using your lack of knowledge for sex as an excuse to rush me,” Sylvain noted, smirking.
“Oh my god,” Felix mumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes. “I’m getting pretty sick and tired of waiting for you to simply remove a small, insignificant garment of clothing.”
The redhead approached the shorter boy, and hooked a finger underneath his chin, lifting his face up. “I’m getting pretty sick and tired of your fucking disrespectful attitude,” Sylvain snarked with an aggravated smile, furrowing his eyebrows. “Also, insignificant? I think you should rephrase that, knowing that you’re so articulately desperate for me to take off my underwear.” When he received a dirty look from the shorter boy, he rolled his eyes, and said, “Alright, alright. Fine. Talk about impatient.”
In a swift movement, he slipped off his remaining garb. Felix’s eyes widened at the sight of his length, feeling a scorching hot, prickly sensation burning on his face. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how the coming events would unfold. His lips curled into a smirk, and he mentioned, “It feels good to know that the sex depraved animal is finally deciding to not be so difficult with me.”
Sylvain scoffed, mumbling, “What?” There was an absurd look on his face, one that Felix couldn’t really put into one word. It was like the redhead was really, really into his degradation, but also as if he was completely dumbfounded by his statement.
“You heard me,” Felix snapped. “It feels good to know that the sex depraved animal is finally deciding to not be so difficult with me,” he repeated.
“Shut up,” Sylvain says through a light chuckle.
“Make me,” Felix shoots back without thinking, as he rises to his feet, offering the other a challenging stare. He could feel the pride in him increasing rapidly, feeling a smirk cracking at the corners of his lips.
The two stared at each other for a few moments, taking a few minutes to process the situation. Well, that was only Felix. He wasn’t sure of what Sylvain was thinking, as his expression had turned completely blank.
But, not for long.
Sylvain’s face darkened a bit, and he muttered, “Fine, if we’re gonna play that game.” Before Felix could even react, he let out a small yelp as Sylvain grabbed him by the ponytail, and forced him onto the wooden floor. As the boy was comprehending what just happened, the redhead fell onto the mattress, and pulled Felix’s face so perfectly in front of his dick that the head of it was flawlessly positioned inches away from his mouth. Felix squinted his eyes a bit, cheeks hot as he looked up at Sylvain. The redhead stared back, waiting for the boy to say something. Felix let out a breath, a tad bit shaky, and mumbled Sylvain’s name. Sylvain, in a low tone, urged, “C’mon Felix. I know you want to.”
“Ugh,” Felix grunted, head turning to face anywhere other than Sylvain. He could feel embarrassment swirling inside him, his skin burning. “Have I made it that obvious?” he quietly asks after a couple moments, looking back up at the redhead.
“Very, very obvious,” Sylvain says with a smirk full of arrogance. “I’ve seen the way you look at me– the way you act around me. I can see through your stupid petulance. Did you think that I wouldn’t notice?”
Felix didn’t know how to reply to the other’s statement. “I hope you choke on your food and die at breakfast tomorrow,” he muttered out of embarrassment.
“You’ll see what choking is in a few minutes,” Sylvain said in a low voice. “Now hurry up.”
“Shit. Okay,” Felix muttered with a small nod, his voice small and feeble. He couldn’t even believe what he was about to do; he thought that he would never have been presented the opportunity to do something as salacious as this. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, hearing the low thrum of it in his ears. What could this feeling be? Fear, or excitement? Maybe he felt afraid, because he wasn’t sure how exactly he was going to do this. He could feel the anxiety coursing through his veins, preventing him from moving. But, his adamant flame inside him urged him to do what Sylvain wanted, and so, Felix got to work almost immediately.
His deft hand slid up to grip Sylvain’s left thigh, while the other worked to slip on to the base of his cock, rubbing up and down slowly in a rhythmic pattern. Sylvain let out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering closed as he muttered some words of praise, practically inaudible to Felix. There was a pretty, little flush adorned on his cheeks, something that made arousal curl in Felix’s stomach. Oh, he’s dreamed of servicing this man for so long, and to finally be able to do so, it felt incredible.
Felix ceased his hand movements after a bit, and began to slowly lick Sylvain with his tongue. His eyes flicked up to stare at the redhead. Sylvain’s eyes were squinted, explosions of scarlet on his face. He was biting his inner cheek, a hand moving up to his lips to block a particularly high moan that nearly escaped his mouth. Felix pulled away for a few moments, before pressing his lips to the head of Sylvain’s dick, kissing it softly, and lapping at the precum emerging from the little slit at the top. He watched with pleasure as the other let out a high whimper, his eyes squeezing shut.
Without warning, Felix fully sheathed Sylvain’s cock inside his mouth. Sylvain took in a sharp breath through his teeth, his fingers interlacing in Felix’s sodalite colored hair. Felix’s fingers lightly dug into the skin of the redhead’s thighs, adjusting to the length inside him. He froze, thinking if he could take Sylvain’s dick inside his mouth. It was big, bigger than he expected. Cautiously, he started bouncing his head up and down on the other’s cock. He wanted to immediately hasten his pace and make Sylvain see and feel heaven, but he had to go at a gradual rate to get used to the size.
Felix’s mouth was a slick pleasure for Sylvain. He let out a moan as he pushed himself further inside the other, thrusting slowly into him again and again. He could hear Felix choking and gagging, feeling his nails sink into his supple skin. There was a layer of tears coating his eyes, a few drops slipping onto his waterline. It was clear to Sylvain that Felix was struggling, as he had never done this before. His lips parted, and he muttered, “You take me so well, baby.” His hand lightly massaged Felix’s head, helping his nerves ease. He felt the other’s tongue swirling around the head of his cock, a movement that caused Sylvain to let out a whine. “K-Keep doing that,” he said through a heavy exhale. “P-please.”
All the forces and sensations combined had Sylvian embarrassingly close to an orgasm. His hand pulled on Felix’s hair, crying out with bliss as his eyes darted upwards. The pace of his thrusting quickened as he chased after the heavenly pleasure that awaited him. Each movement pushed him closer and closer to the edge. Felix’s eyes widened once Sylvain increased his momentum, whimpering around his cock. Sylvain’s frequent moans enticed and pleased the other boy to no end. With one final thrust, Sylvain let himself go, surrendering himself to nature. He felt the most unsettling surges of emotion as he came inside Felix’s mouth. His fingers tugged on the other’s hair, riding out his orgasm as a loud, syrupy moan pierced the air.
Felix swallowed almost every single drop of cum, a few droplets spilling around his mouth as he pulled away. The taste of Sylvain was like ambrosia to his lips. The two took the time to relax, breathing heavily and recovering the sweet oxygen that they both needed. After a bit, Sylvain said, “Fuck. Was that really your first time giving head?”
Felix slowly nodded, staring up at the redhead. Was he really that good? He was mostly winging it, hoping that he was doing somewhat decently. But, judging by Sylvain’s reaction, he did spectacularly. He grinned with pride, avoiding the other’s gaze. For a first–timer, he was surprised to have done so well.
“I’m proud of you,” Sylvain stated with a smile. “Good job, Felix.” He reached down to lift the other up, and pulled him onto the mattress. “We’re not done yet, though,” He mumbled, palming at Felix’s erection through his pants. Almost instantaneously, Felix arched his hips to the touch, moaning softly in delight.
“Of course we’re not done,” Felix scoffed under his breath.
“Do you want to stop?” Sylvain asked with concern. His hand movements ceased quickly.
Felix stayed quiet for a few seconds, before mumbling, “... No. Continue.”
“Be honest with me,” Sylvain demanded. “You really want to continue? I mean, I can stop. We don’t have to.”
Oh my god. Felix let out an “ugh,” impatience boiling in him, and he mumbled, “Fucking hell. Shut the fuck up, Sylvain.” He worked to slip off his remaining articles of clothing. His pants and underwear got all clumped and a bit tangled at his knees. He eyed Sylvain, who looked a bit appalled, and mumbled, “I’ve been saving myself for you. Any time someone came up to me with sexual intent, I pushed them away. I want you to be my first. Please.”
Sylvain scoffed at Felix’s choice of words, finding his “professionalism” amusing. He heard Felix grumble his name out of embarrassment, causing him to stop.
Oh shit. He’s serious about this, Sylvain thought.
He felt heat grow on his face, purely out of embarrassment. He took in a heavy breath, and muttered, “As you wish.” He got up to search through his dresser and eventually retrieved a bottle of lube. He returned to Felix, pulled his clothes off his knees and threw them somewhere onto the floor. He slipped off the cap, dipped his two fingers in the liquid, coated Felix’s entrance, and screwed it back on, tossing it to the side. Sylvain pushed Felix’s legs apart, and slowly pressed his middle finger inside him.
“Oh, fuck,” Felix breathed out, tensing up. Felix’s walls tightened on Sylvain’s finger.
“Try to relax,” Sylvain suggested. He lightly circled his other hand on Felix’s thigh in an attempt to calm him a bit. “It’ll be hard to stretch you if you’re so tense.”
Felix’s body laxed a bit, allowing Sylvain to start fingering him comfortably. His finger twisted and curled and scissored inside Felix, granting him an immaculate pleasure. His fingernails dug into Sylvain’s back, dragging down little by little as quiet whimpers escaped his mouth. Sylvain seemed to be satisfied with each sound that he made, smiling broadly every time some noise came from him. Sylvain inserted another finger, adding to the pleasure that Felix was feeling. “I love each and every sound you make, Felix. I’m going to make you mine, I’m going to please you in every way possible. Forever,” Sylvain said.
Felix embraced the thought that the redhead was desperate to explore his insides, to make him his own and to grant him the most unbearable pleasure ever. His face reddened, feeling an unusual twisting sensation in his lower stomach from Sylvain’s words. All he could do was let out another plea for rapture.
Eventually, Sylvain managed to target his prostate. Felix writhed and squirmed as his deft fingers quickly massaged his g–spot, crying out with feelings mixed with euphoria and ecstasy. “You look so good like this,” Sylvain praised. “You’d look even better taking my cock.”
“T-then fuck me already,” Felix mumbled through his moans.
“Be patient,” Sylvain instructed, peppering open-mouthed kisses on the other’s neck. “It’s gonna be painful if you’re not properly stretched.”
“I don’t care, Sylvain,” Felix enunciated. “P-please.”
“You must be so utterly desperate for my cock, huh?” Sylvain teased. His dark cravings had been suppressed for far too long, he needed to fulfill them. He wanted to absolutely defile this boy, to break him and put him in his place. Overflowing with thirst, his pace quickened, letting out an amused chuckle as Felix moaned louder in delight.
That was the last thing Felix could process before he ascended into the extreme pleasure of an orgasm. Clinging onto Sylvain, his back arched as he felt strands of his own come shoot onto both him and Sylvain in short spurts. Every concern in him was drowned out by the heaven he was in. Nothing in the world could even begin to compare to the bliss he had just experienced. As he gradually recovered from his high, he managed to hear the redhead’s voice saying, “There we go. You’re so perfect, Felix.”
Sylvain slowly pulled his fingers out of the other, smiling affectionately as he barely managed to pick up on a small whine from Felix— presumably because of the sudden emptiness inside him. “That’ll do. For now,” He said with a shrug. Sylvain pressed a kiss to Felix’s chest, and retrieved the … open ..? bottle of lube that he had tossed aside earlier. One hand worked to dribble the contents onto his length, and the other wrapped around the other’s area of pleasure. Felix twitched from the contact, shuddering from the oversensitivity as Sylvain slowly rubbed up and down in a rhythm on his cock. “You like this, don’t you?” The redhead asked with a smirk. “Do you like me using you like this, just for my pleasure?”
Felix nodded almost immediately. His hands traveled up Sylvain’s arms, settling on his shoulders as he pleaded with him to grant him the one thing he’s desperately wanted for so long. “Please,” He mumbled. “Please, please, please fuck me. I’m begging you.”
“Of course,” Sylvain whispered, hands spreading Felix’s legs wide open once again. Slowly, he pressed himself inside, taking his sweet time to adjust to whatever sensation he was feeling. He watched the other writhe underneath him as he gradually inched in deeper. God, he wasn’t even halfway inside Felix and he already looked so exhausted, so used, so fucked out. There was a reddish hue coating his cheekbones, in contrast to his pale skin. His hair seemed to have slipped out of his usual ponytail, and it was mussed all over the bed. He shuddered with each movement inside him, intaking sharp breaths as tears formed in his eyes.
Felix wouldn't tell Sylvain this, but it actually really fucking hurt. He couldn’t complain, though. He wanted this. He wanted all of this. He can handle this type of pain if it were going to please the absolutely gorgeous man above him.
… And it didn’t actually feel too bad. He kind of liked it.
“M-More,” He sputtered, emitting a heavy sigh afterwards. He tried rocking his hips to feel at least something, but unfortunately the redhead put an end to it almost immediately, by grabbing onto his hips and holding him still.
“Jeez Felix, you’re restless,” Sylvain noted, hands slivering up the other’s waist. “You can’t even be patient for me?” He pouted slightly, thumbs lightly massaging Felix’s rough skin, over his scars.
All of this was so much. Too much. It was driving him insane with lust, insane with fervor. He could literally sob right now over Sylvain’s dick. He never thought he could be this desperate for someone, and he never thought he would be, even when he was crushing on Sylvain. He never even thought he would feel this type of emotion around someone; such a burning passion was unexpected from him. And to see every single one of his lewd desires fulfilled felt like a blessing. It made the coil of arousal in his lower stomach curl tighter and tighter, leaving him feeling hungry for more and more pleasure. Touching himself didn’t feel nearly as good as having the man of his dreams touch him unrelentingly over and over again.
Felix trembled as Sylvain fully pushed himself inside, hands gripping the bed sheets. He let out a hum of pleasure, tensing around the other’s length. He felt … full. Very full. “Mmm…” He looked up at Sylvain with a desperate look, urging him to absolutely destroy him with his massive cock.
“God, you really are tempting me, Felix,” Sylvain mentioned as he started slowly thrusting in and out of Felix, gripping his hips with his strong hands. “Fuck, you look like a worthless, pathetic loser like this. I love it.”
Felix let out a heavy breath with each push inside him, pleasure collecting in him. He wanted so much more, it was making him crazy. All he could do was let out little, desperate pleas for more, but of course, Sylvain was being a stubborn little bitch.
“Sylvain, please. I want more,” Felix mumbled. His hands were on the other’s shoulders, pressing hard onto them as a type of support, because each thrust felt so physically and mentally taxing that Felix felt like he could just pass out in tears.
“Oh, you want more, now?” Sylvain asked with a smirk. “I don’t give a shit about what you want. Maybe if you beg hard enough, I’ll give you what you want.”
Unfortunately for Felix, he couldn’t bring himself to surrender to Sylvain wanting him to desperately beg for a faster rhythm. So, he grew silent, settling for a slow pace. For now.
Sylvain noticed this, and began saying things to provoke Felix, so he could make him resume his frequent begging. “Y’know Felix, I personally think you should’ve told me how you felt about me a long time ago. I would’ve fucked you like the needy little whore that you are a lot sooner. You would’ve loved that so much, wouldn’t you?”
Felix shuddered from hearing those words, whimpering quietly.
“Did you hear that, slut?” Sylvain asked, his voice rich with ardor. His hand moved to wrap around Felix’s throat, choking him, but not hard enough to asphyxiate him.
Felix let out a gasp, out of shock. But it felt good. He had been wanting to be hurt like this. “Harder,” He sputtered. His desire to be hurt by Sylvain was so overwhelming, it had been constantly nagging him again and again this whole entire time.
And to his content, Sylvain increased the pressure on his windpipe. It hurt, it hurt so much, but it felt incredible, adding on to the pleasure he was feeling. He could feel tears well up in his eyes, his mind and vision growing hazy. Oh fuck yes. This felt downright amazing. He felt his lips curl into a smirk, letting a whimper escape his mouth.
To his dismay, Sylvain released Felix from his grasp. Asshole. He was so desperate for bliss, but Sylvain kept ignoring his wants. So, instead of waiting ages for the redhead to give in, he decided to take the matters into his own hands.
One of Felix’s hands retreated from Sylvain’s shoulder, and his fingers curled around his own length, rubbing up and down. The mixed sensations from his cock and his ass had him overflowing with ineffable pleasure. He let out a moan, eyes flicking up in ecstacy. This feeling was almost intoxicating.
Sylvain stared down at Felix in distaste. “Who’s the sex-depraved animal now?” He asked, a smirk coming across his face. “You can’t just wait? Be patient?” His hand moved from Felix’s waist to remove his hand from his cock. “You want me that badly?”
“Mmhmm,” Felix murmured. He tried to wriggle out of Sylvain’s grasp, but failed miserably.
“Use your words,” Sylvain instructed, tone serious and eyes half-lidded. “I know you’re capable of speaking, Felix. I’m not even going that hard or fast.”
Felix felt a sudden, sharp twist in his lower abdomen from hearing these words. He let out a sweet whine, brimming with a craving for fervor.
“Do I need to repeat myself?” Sylvain solemnly asked.
“N-no,” Felix mumbled, finally.
“Okay. Now answer my question,” Sylvain demanded, pressing Felix’s hands onto the mattress. “You really can’t wait? You’re that overwhelmed?”
“Yes,” Felix uttered.
“Hm. Just like I thought,” Sylvain muttered to himself. “I figured you would be this desperate. After knowing you for so long, it’s fairly easy to read you. I knew you loved me long before you knew it yourself.”
“If you knew for so long… why didn’t you make a move? I’m sure you wanted to,” Felix asked breathlessly.
“Um… I wanted you to have a lot of… pent-up desperation,” Sylvain admitted, avoiding Felix’s gaze as heat rushed to his face. “I- I like the feeling of you begging for me. It gives me a sense of pride, y’know?”
“Ah. I’m not surprised,” Felix muttered through his pants and gasps. When he noticed the other’s embarrassment, he quickly said, “It’s fine, I don’t really care too much.”
Sylvain smiled warmly, and said, “It took a lot of self-control, though. To not tell you. I’ve been wanting you really badly, too. All those times when we were together made it even harder to suppress my urges. Your beauty, your touch, your voice. It was maddening.”
“S-Stop,” Felix mumbled, voice quivering. Those words made him feel weak, vulnerable. He felt tingly in the stomach, causing him to let out a small, quiet whine. “Don’t… Don’t do that.” He uttered, a flush rising to his cheeks.
“What?” Sylvain asked, playing dumb. “I’m trying to be sweet.”
“Well, don’t be,” Felix instructed.
“Is it so wrong for me to compliment you?” Sylvain inquired, lowering down to the other’s ear. He lightly tugged on the ring of his ear with his teeth, causing a chill to run down Felix’s spine. “I know you love it when I praise you,” Sylvain whispered, his breath hot against Felix’s skin. “And when I demean or humiliate you.”
“Hnnghhh… stop,” Felix grumbled, drawing out the words. His hand moved to settle in Sylvain’s hair, gripping each strand tightly as the redhead started peppering soft kisses all over his neck. “I hate how you know exactly what I’m thinking and feeling,” He muttered to himself.
“Aw, but isn’t that what you love about me?” Sylvain asked, pulling away with a smirk.
“Ugh… yes,” Felix admitted.
“Thought so,” Sylvain muttered with a slight grin.
Felix felt like he could climax from his partner’s touch alone. His slow pace left him with a strong hunger for pleasure. And no matter how much he pleaded, Sylvain refused to speed up.
“Please please please-” Felix begged. It’s too good, too much for him. It’s overwhelming, so overwhelming. He wanted to come, he absolutely needed to. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna fucking cry Sylvain, p-please.”
“Then cry,” Sylvain demanded, his voice dark and laced with fervency. “Cry over my dick like a little, desperate fucking slut.”
And, somehow, on command, the tears came. Felix never felt this overwhelmed and needy before. Wetness spilled over his cheeks, and onto the soft pillow Felix was resting on. He managed to notice a sudden flash of arousal in Sylvain’s eyes, before his vision blurred with tears. Sylvain smirked with joy, and bent down to Felix’s face, licking the salty tears off of his skin, his hot breath fanning over Felix’s cheeks. He let out a hum of satisfaction, and muttered, “I wonder if these taste the same as your come…”
“Sylvain!” Felix exclaimed out of embarrassment. How does that even work…? He thought.
“What?” Sylvain asked. “You like it.”
“I-I know I like it!” Felix enunciated. “But… you don’t have to take advantage of it like that…”
Sylvain lowered down to Felix’s ear, and whispered, “Oh, but I have to. It makes me feel good.”
Felix’s lips firmly pressed against each other, staying silent. “Fine,” He grumbled.
Through their small conversation, Sylvain had recognizably increased the speed of his movements. It had Felix whimpering and panting and yearning for more. He felt like he was going to go mad with lust, salaciousness. Each thrust sent a maelstrom of pleasure through his body, making his body tremble with arduous heat.
Suddenly, Sylvain pulled himself out. Confusion and frustration brewed inside Felix, and in a sharp tone, he asked, “What are you—?” Before he could finish his sentence, Sylvain grabbed him by the waist and flipped him onto his stomach, causing Felix to emit a yelp out of shock. While Felix was processing what was happening, the other had already pushed his length back inside and was hastily chasing after his climax, making a series of inarticulate moans escape Felix’s mouth. His hands gripped the bedsheets, his body tense and sweaty. Sylvain let out a low groan as he increased his pace, slowly but surely. His body hovered over Felix, holding him in place as he whispered sweet nothings to him in his ear. All Felix could do was press his face into the pillow, take it, bear it, and want more, more, and more.
Sylvain grabbed Felix by the hips, and pulled him up a bit closer to him. One hand stayed on his hip, and the other wrapped around his cock, stroking him quickly.
Something between a shout and a moan tore from Felix’s throat when Sylvain made contact with his area of pleasure. “Oh, fuck.” Sylvain shakily breathed out. “You sound so fucking good like this.” His movements had become more sloppy, more crazed than before. “Felix, I’m- I’m close,” He quietly warned, a whimper escaping his mouth.
“Then… come in me,” Felix managed to implore, in a sweet, needy voice that the other loved.
Sylvain frantically nodded, and with one final thrust, he succumbed to an orgasm, moaning out in euphoric satisfaction as he spilled his contents inside Felix, body quivering due to the sheer intensity of his climax. Once his pleasure had vanished from him, he was left panting and gasping for air. He gingerly pulled himself out, his cum seeping out of Felix’s hole. He would have admired this sight longer had he not collapsed onto the bed out of exhaustion. Felix had also buckled, his breath heavy and his hands still gripping the sheets.
“You didn’t come,” Sylvain breathlessly stated, his chest rising and falling as he stared at the ceiling.
Felix turned onto his side, looking at the other. “I didn’t,” He confirmed. He scooted closer to the redhead, and with a smile, said, “But it’s okay. You must be tired.”
“I am,” Sylvain replied, turning to meet the umber eyes of his partner. “But I want to make you feel good. Please.”
“Sylvain.” Felix said. “It’s fine, you don’t have to-”
“I want to,” Sylvain insisted. “Please.”
After a few moments, Felix gave in, nodding slowly. Sylvain smiled, and instructed, “Come here.” He lifted his hands, reaching for Felix.
Felix complied, slipping into Sylvain’s arms. The redhead then lifted him on top of his body. He pulled him up to his face, and took his cock into his mouth. “Sylvain,” Felix breathed out, his cheeks warm and red. His body tensed instantaneously, as the other’s hands traveled up his body and grabbed his hips. Sylvain guided Felix’s hips with his hands, helping him thrust inside his mouth. Felix’s hands clutched the bedsheets, his arched body leaning forward over Sylvain.
Felix didn’t waste any time getting used to the feeling of Sylvain’s mouth. The pace of his thrusting quickly increased, leaving him unable to hold back any of the sweet sounds of pleasure that poured from his throat. He could feel himself shaking slightly, inches away from his peak.
“Sylvain!” He moaned, voice trembling. “I’m going to- I’m gonna-” He sputtered, a quivering hand moving to grasp the redhead’s hair.
Sylvain took Felix deeper into his mouth, urging him to release. And he did, to his content. Felix’s body curled over as he reached his limit, letting out a high moan of pleasure as he rode out his orgasm, hips bucking against Sylvain’s mouth. Sylvain had managed to catch a glimpse of Felix falling apart, and god, it was a beautiful sight to see.
Felix slowly slipped himself out of Sylvain’s mouth, his cock twitching in overstimulation due to the sensation of the other’s tongue dragging along him as he pulled out.
Sylvain pulled Felix down beside him, holding him in his arms as the two’s heartbeats slowed.
“Your come and your tears really do taste really similar,” The redhead noted.
“Sylvain!” Felix exclaimed. “Ugh… you’re a sick fuck, you know that?”
Sylvain let out a small chuckle. “I’ve been knowing,” He said, with a smile. “You’re still gonna do my dare, right?”
“Shut the fuck up Sylvain,” Felix said, with a humorless laugh.
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“We’ll be passing through Gronder Field soon,” the Professor says. “All of you should train together. We’re going to encounter the Empire and the Alliance all at once, so, please spend some time honing your skills.”
The Blue Lions house, excluding Dimitri, was gathered together for a war council, to plan their next moves and prepare for battle. Everyone had made their way to the training grounds, and today, Felix was training with Annette.
“Felix, I noticed, this morning, you and Sylvain offered to help his Highness clean up around the cathedral,” Annette mentioned as the two were collecting their training weapons. “Sylvain, I can understand why he did that. But not you. What caused the sudden change of heart?”
“Ah,” Felix breathed out, clutching his sword. “That.”
He turned to stare at Sylvain, who had been listening quietly to their conversation from a short distance.
Fuck.
“It’s nothing,” Felix lied, his eyes narrowing as Sylvain gave him a small wink, a vibrant flush rising to his cheeks as he remembered the events of the previous night.
“Just felt like being nice.”